Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 66



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Wait, let’s say Ramien and I are going to ride this, what about her? Jincheol’s gaze turned to Haita. She met his eyes and immediately shouted as if she knew what he was thinking.

“I’ll go to Aiman’s uncle! You go up first!”

Go up first. Does that mean she’ll follow? Before Jincheol could ask anything else, she turned around and started running. As expected of Esai, she stretched out her long legs and ran away in an instant. Jincheol looked at her back and smiled, then turned to Battlewing.

“Get in quickly!”

Ramien, sitting in the cockpit, shouted as he manipulated the instrument panel. The Battlewing’s engine heated up as shells fell here and there in the garrison, and a sharp wind howled.

Jincheol jumped from under the Battlewing and quickly climbed into the back seat of Ramien.

“Ugh, this is narrow.”

“Of course, because it’s a size that fits our species-”

Then, with a bang, the Battlewing next to them exploded after being hit by artillery fire. Ramien shut his chattering mouth and quickly manipulated the instrument panel with his hands, pushing the long lever attached to the right. The sound of the Battlewing engine, which seemed to tear through the wind, grew stronger and the aircraft began to move.

Next to the moving Battlewing, the debris from the explosion just now was visible. It was burning brightly and black smoke was rising.

In addition to the sound of the battleship’s gunfire, the sky was filled with the sound of bees buzzing. This was because Urata’s Battlewings were taking over the skies. It could be said that Urata had launched a proper surprise attack on the Revolutionary Army.

Of course, the revolutionary army was not alone. The Comintern’s gun, anchored in the center of the garrison, began to move and soon began to fire. Other airships, large and small, also quickly rose and began to fire at Urata’s battleships and fighters.

It was a very quick response considering that he had been attacked out of the blue. However, Jincheol saw it on top of the Battlewing, which was gradually gaining speed.

Those who ran away screaming in panic, those who couldn’t avoid the first barrage and rolled on the ground with their lower bodies blown off, pilots like Jincheol and Ramien hastily climbing onto their battlewings, those who were holding rifles and banging their heads against the sky with half-open eyes, and officers who were shouting at the top of their lungs in an attempt to somehow calm the chaos and fight back.

Fire and smoke, explosions and loud noises, screams and shouts, those who fell and those who stood up, those who ran and those who collapsed. Jin-cheol, who saw that scene, could hear his own heartbeat as his breathing suddenly slowed down. Not fast, but a heart that felt some excitement and spurted hot blood. His heart was beating.

“Let’s go!”

At that moment, Ramien stepped on the pedal and pulled the joystick towards her. Then, with a bang, a strong thrust occurred from the back of the Battle Wing that was running across the field, and Jincheol and her body were pushed backwards.

Jincheol, who was sitting cramped in a narrow seat and whose face was crumpled by the wind hitting him, turned his head and looked behind him. He could see the field airfield moving farther away and a long white smoke trail behind the Battlewing.

When I turned my gaze forward again, I saw the wide open sky without any obstructions and Ramien quickly adjusting the instrument panel. Then she shouted.

“Jincheol! Did you put on your belt!?”

Jincheol quickly felt around the seat to find the belt. He then quickly stretched the rope and put it on the hook. Instead of looking back, Ramien raised her hand and gave a thumbs up to see if she could check it on the dashboard. Jincheol looked at her round fingers and tried to snicker.

“Ugh!”

The Battlewing’s view of the open sky suddenly turned upside down. The Battlewing, which had been ascending almost vertically, flipped over in a violent loop maneuver. At the same time, Ramien’s hand holding the control stick shook violently.

It was because of the enemy machine gun attacks that poured down as soon as they rose into the sky. Bullets that looked like yellow streaks passed through the fuselage of the Battlewing floating in the air.

As the movement of the aircraft became more intense, the field of vision also spun around and over in a crazy manner. Ramien held the joystick with his right hand and shook it left and right as if it was going to break, and with his left hand, he endlessly turned on, pushed, and pulled the instrument panel and levers.

While doing so, she endlessly checked all around with her goggled eyes. To check for enemies on all sides, she turned her head here and there almost like a person suffering from emotional instability.

Jincheol could soon see bullets flying like dust everywhere and Battlewings filling the sky. The enemy Battlewings pouring out of Urata’s battleship and the Revolutionary Army’s Battlewings that had taken off immediately after the attack began were all mixed up in the sky.

The next moment, Ramien, who had been looking around, fixed his gaze straight ahead and pulled the trigger on the joystick. With a heavy thud, the right wing of the Urata Battlewing flying in front of him was torn off. Of course, it immediately lost thrust and crashed.

Immediately afterwards, her right hand jerked the control stick again. The Battlewing that was about to catch up with them and rain down bullets fell down with a hiss. Ramien jerked the control stick again and caught up with the aircraft.

A heavy blast, an explosion, and a crash. The Battlewing carrying the two men rolled again, tearing through the trail of flight trails created by countless Battlewings.

Jincheol, who saw her flying and fighting from behind, couldn’t help but be impressed. He was in the army, and although he had only seen fighter planes when the Allied Forces were bombing them, he had never ridden one like this. The air combat seen from right behind was so intense that it felt like a storm.

Ramien’s hand, which had been charging forward, pulled the trigger again, and there was a sound of gunfire and explosions. In the few minutes since she had taken to the skies, she had already shot down three enemy planes.

Then she shouted, narrowly avoiding a bullet right in front of her eyes.

“Now we’re heading to the enemy battleship! Hold on tight!”

Jincheol tightened his belt as she said. The divine piloting skills continued. It was absurd for Jincheol, whose first encounter with her was a crash landing on the sea. Why did such a good fighter fail last time?

Jincheol could not have known that Ramien had already shot down four enemy planes on his own at that time, and that after that, he ran out of ammunition and was only able to perform evasive maneuvers until he was finally shot down near the end of the battle.

She turned the joystick as if she wanted to prove her skills with actions even if she couldn’t say them. Dozens of fighter planes left the complexly entangled aerial battlefield and began heading towards Urata’s flying battleship.

The Battlewing’s canopy did not completely enclose the cockpit like a modern fighter, so Jincheol, who was much taller than Rabito, had to take the full brunt of the wind hitting his face. His eyes felt dry and swollen from the wind, but Jincheol’s gaze was directed toward the garrison that had become the battlefield.

As the revolutionary battleship Comintern rose, a full-scale artillery battle began between the enemy battleship Urata and the revolutionary battleship.

The Urata battleship, which had first appeared in the air, continued to fire without moving, and it seemed that its target was not just the Comintern, but the entire revolutionary army stationed in the garrison.

On the other hand, Comintern quickly took to the air and then retreated to the outskirts of the garrison, focusing all of its fire on diverting the attention of the battleship Urata. Both battleships were spewing flames and roaring noises from their main guns, while a blue light, presumably a protective shield, flashed across their fuselage surfaces.

Unlike Urata, which only had battleships and Battlewings, the Revolutionary Army had many airships that were several times larger than Battlewings, if not as large as Battleships. These airships, unlike the Comintern, would rush into the Battlewings’ battlefield and fire their main and machine guns in all directions.

Usually, the battle between Battlewings and airships was advantageous to the Battlewings, which had much faster maneuverability. The supplies and weapons that could be carried were meaningless if the airship could not hit them even if it had more. Originally, the Revolutionary Army airships that were now taking to the skies should have been prey to the Battlewings.

However, the Revolutionary Army also had Battlewings. Rather than confronting the enemy head-on, they moved in the direction of protecting the powerful airships. As a result, Urata’s Battlewings were exposed to the airships’ firepower, and when they actually penetrated the firepower, they ended up in a situation where they had to engage in a dogfight with the Revolutionary Army’s fighters.

Although the overall number of Battlewings was far greater on the Urata side, the resulting aerial battle there was a close match, despite Urata’s surprise attack.

And the whole situation was being directed from the bridge of the Comintern.

[···3rd Air Task Force, attack the upper right flank. Just push the enemy back so that the airships can take up the firing position. Then, assist the lower left friendly forces. The Arcane begins firing on the enemy battleship. Then, leave the current position···]

The radio instructions from the Comintern command center were also coming from Ramien’s dashboard radio. The voice seemed to belong to pig doctor Miguel.

Jincheol, who was looking at the battlefield, flinched and lowered his head. Immediately afterwards, bullets whizzed past his head. Jincheol turned his head, sweeping the back of his head, and saw three enemy Battlewings following behind them.

“Ramien! Behind me!”

Upon hearing the warning, Ramien immediately took evasive action. His vision began to spin as he rapidly rose and fell.

However, the enemy aircraft behind her were also not ordinary, and although they were unable to hit the critical part with bullets, they were not captured from behind by Ramien’s piloting skills. They followed closely behind her absentminded piloting and continued to shoot bullets.

In that crazy field of vision, the bullets fired by the enemy flew like pollen. Jincheol laughed in vain at his own absurd sentiment. It wasn’t the right situation, but he couldn’t help it. There was nothing he could do right now.

“···No. You can do anything.”

Jincheol muttered as he took out the pistol he had on his waistband. It was a heavy revolver. It was a four-shot revolver from the Sandesiya workshop that Aiman ​​had given him as a gift in the past, giving him medicine.

Jincheol took out the revolver, unbuckled his belt, and turned around. Ramien, who was shaking the joystick frantically, screamed.

“What, what are you doing now?!”

“Tail Gunner.”

Jincheol calmly answered, pulled back the hammer of his revolver, stretched out his arm, and aimed at the nearest enemy Battlewing. He saw the pilot looking bewildered as he spotted him through the cloudy canopy. Jincheol pulled the trigger.

The sound of the pistol shot was not very loud in the air filled with the sound of tearing air. But the bullet flew anyway and hit the enemy’s cockpit canopy. The canopy was torn apart by the force of the bullet and gunpowder, which was much larger than usual, and scattered in front of the cockpit. Finally, I’m going to shoot this, damn it.

The enemy pilot was startled by the flying shards of glass, and the battlewing fell back slightly. The other two pilots who saw this also seemed to be taken aback by this absurd situation and stopped breathing.

Fortunately, Ramien was already accustomed to the absurdity that Jincheol gave. So rather than faltering in bewilderment, he immediately turned the joystick and turned the aircraft upward. The entire hull of the Battlewing, including the wings, vibrated and made a rattling sound as it made the violent turn.

With a squelching sound of air being torn, Jincheol and Ramien’s bodies felt several times heavier as if someone was pulling them. The enemy pilots also tried to quickly follow their movements, but they could not quickly catch up with the rapid maneuvers that were made while eating up the life of their hulls. In that short time, Ramien, who had completed his turn, caught up to them.

In an instant, the enemy Battlewing was placed on Ramien’s sights.

A much heavier thump thump thump machine gun sound compared to the other Battlewings. Unable to dodge the bullets pouring in from behind, one of the enemy Battlewings was disabled and began to fall, losing altitude.

Ramien immediately pulled the trigger toward the next target, but the gunfire stopped after a couple of thuds.

“oh!”

“what?”

“They’re all shot!”

Why did he think he was using heavy bullets? He ran out of bullets. Jincheol quickly picked up his revolver again. While the two enemy planes were performing frantic evasive maneuvers, Ramien tried to keep his plane level as much as possible rather than following them closely. After all, it was Jincheol’s hand that was aiming and shooting.

The revolver fired. The front canopy of the Battlewing was shattered by a bullet from behind. The pilot was so startled by the bullet that he forgot to evade and looked back. Jincheol’s finger pulled the trigger again.

With a bang, the pilot’s leather helmet was ripped off. As the leather helmet was ripped off, both ears were blown away in the wind.

The pilot, who had been hunched over, soon realized that he was still alive and that he would have died if the bullet had hit him just a little lower, and his expression became half-dead. He trembled like that and then suddenly broke away from the formation and began to lower his altitude.

Jincheol, who had been aiming at his head, immediately turned his gaze. There seemed to be no need to waste bullets. Now there was only one left, and only one bullet left.

The moment he aimed his pistol at another enemy pilot who was still performing evasive maneuvers, another Battlewing flew by below them, spraying bullets at the enemy plane that was lowering its altitude.

“···”

The Battlewing, which was trying to escape the battlefield, exploded with a beehive of bullet holes.

Everyone was fighting like crazy. To some, a foe who had lost his will to fight was not a prisoner to be spared, but a scarecrow to be dealt with quickly and easily.

Jincheol, who was looking at that sight, aimed his revolver at the enemy again with deeply sunken eyes. He saw Rabito, who was gritting his teeth against the sights, also taking out his pistol. He turned halfway while holding the joystick and fired the pistol wildly with his other hand.

The sound of a pistol being fired was half-buried by the sound of the Battlewings’ engines. At the same time, Ramien, who was holding the joystick, flinched at the sparks flying out from beside him. Jincheol, who saw that, finally pulled the trigger he was aiming at.

Muzzle flashes. And the canopy is red. The enemy pilot is slumped over the cockpit. The joystick was pressed wrong, and the Battlewing lost altitude.

Jincheol looked at the falling Battlewing, twisted open his revolver, and poured the empty cartridges into the air. The cartridges glittered and flew into the sky. It was such a fleeting moment compared to the fierce flames and bullets coming out of it.

“···Where can I get these bullets?”

As I sat back down in my seat, muttering such nonsense, I soon saw Urata’s gigantic flying battleship in front of me. The main guns protruded here and there from the hull, continuously spitting out flames, and it was scattering anti-aircraft guns in all directions to take down any Battlewings that came close.

Jincheol shouted as he put the revolver into his waistband.

“Can you come closer over there?”

“Of course! I’ll stick as close as I can, then it’s your turn!”

He said he wouldn’t anchor on the battleship. In other words, he was saying that if you got close, you should jump off on your own. And that was exactly what Jincheol wanted.

“Let’s go!”

Ramien’s Battlewing leapt into the massive flames. If it weren’t for the murderous intent contained in the bullets, the brilliant light would have looked like fireworks.

In that huge storm of sparks, the Battlewing with two people on board rocked like a sailboat on the rough seas. No matter where they moved, it seemed impossible to escape the flames. The path to escape from the endlessly swirling flames was also endlessly undulating.

But Ramien pulled the joystick without hesitation, as if he could see some line in the midst of the turbulent waves.

After a long but brief moment, their Battlewings emerged from the rough seas and were gliding over the hull of the Urata battleship.

Ramien shouted.

“Jincheol! This time it’s a battleship! If you steal one of those, you’ll never have to worry about money again!”

“?”

Jincheol, who was looking at the angle where he would throw his body, opened his eyes wide and looked at Ramien. She was giggling. Oh my, such a joke at this time. Then I can’t stand it either.

“Really? Then let’s just split it between the two of us, leaving out the other guys.”

“Okay! I’ll take that money and retire with Ipani!”

Jincheol laughed out loud at the retirement plan that suddenly came out. Then, with a laughter on his lips, he flew out of the Battlewing seat.

The rough wind, the feeling of floating, and the surface of the battleship growing bigger. Jin-cheol turned his body direction for a moment and lowered his feet. His target was the round glass window on the middle floor. The bridge area was too heavily covered in gunfire to approach.

The next moment, Jincheol’s foot collided with the glass window. Jincheol shattered the glass like a shell and dug into it.

After rolling around, Jincheol slid down on one knee. He let out a sigh and looked up to see a bunch of black armored soldiers.

“···”

Some were half-dressed, others were just beginning to put on their clothes, and it seemed absurd that this was their waiting room or armory on the battleship.

But they all stopped moving and stared blankly at Jincheol, who had suddenly broken the window and come in, as if they were shocked.

The one among them who was fully equipped was the first to come to his senses and speak.

“What, what is it? Who are you?”

Correction. It seemed like he was also out of his mind because he was asking who he was instead of attacking or being on guard. Jincheol smiled as he remembered what Ramien had said earlier.

“Professional extortionist.”

“···Professional, professional what?”

“It’s a hijacker.”